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Jab Kavita aunty ne pehla inkaar palat kar mujhe choda

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Steel ke glass ne table par khatki di jab Kavita aunty ka phone screen neeche se chamak utha. Main jhuka. Lock screen par meri hi photo thi, last Diwali ki, usi raat ki jab unhone mera haath chhod diya tha.

“Yeh wallpaper kab se laga rakha hai?” meri awaaz umr se badi nikal gayi.

Woh kitchen se nikli, neeli cotton ki kameez mein, patla dupatta ek kandhe par. Uske baal khule the. Balis unchalis ke kareeb umr thi, lekin uski aankhen ab bhi tez thi.

“Yash, tumhe yeh nahi dekhna tha.”

Colony ke is flat mein sab unhe Kavita aunty kehte the. Khoon ka koi rishta nahi tha. Do saal pehle main Amritsar shift hua tha. India ke is sheher ki garmi aur galiyan mujhe ab ghar lagti thin. Woh pados mein rehti thin, divorced, apne pairon par.

Photo ne woh raat wapas la di. Diwali par terrace par diye jal rahe the. Maine unki kalaai pakdi thi. Unhone kaha tha, “Nahi. Log kya kahenge. Tum chhote ho.” Phir woh andar chali gayi thin.

Ab wahi photo unke phone ki skin ban kar padi thi.

“Aapne us raat mujhe bhaga diya,” maine kaha. “Aur yeh chehra roz dekhne ka faisla kiya.”

Kavita aunty ne phone uthaya, screen band ki, lekin unka haath kaanp raha tha. “Woh faisla darr se tha, nafrat se nahi. Main sochti thi colony, rishtedar, umr. Bharat mein aisi baat jaldi maafi nahi milti.”

Lassi ka swaad muh mein kathor ho gaya. “To ab kya hai? Aunty wali izzat, ya yeh photo?”

Unhone kadam aage badhaya. “Aaj main wahi darr nahi rakhna chahti. Agar tum nahi chahte, seedha nikal jao. Koi rok nahi raha.”

Maine unka haath pakda. Unki ungliyan garam thin. “Main yahin hoon.”

Purani wallpaper ne dil khol diya

Unhone mujhe sofa ki taraf khincha. Honth mile. Pehla kiss geela aur tez tha. Adhkhuli khidki se gali ki dhool si mehak aa rahi thi. Unki kameez ke pehle button ke neeche meri ungli gayi. Unhone rok nahi.

Doosra button khula. Neeli kameez ke andar safed bra thi, thodi dhili. Cup ke upar se dabaane par unki saans tez ho gayi. “Yash…” sirf naam tha, mana nahi.

Dupatta sofa ke arm par gir gaya. Unke kandhon par muh rakhte hi khushbu tel aur rajanigandha jaisi lagi. Unhone meri shirt ke hem se upar haath daala, seene par ungli pheri.

Hum dono sofa par baithe. Kameez upar uthte hi unke stan naram, bhari, aur garam lage. Ek nipple honth mein liya to unki kamar meri taraf khinchi.

“Dheere. Khidki poori band nahi hai.” Jeans ki belt unki ungliyon ne kholi. Curtain thoda kheencha, poora nahi. Gali abhi soyi si thi.

Mera lund jeans ke andar kasa tha. Unka haath kapde ke upar se ruka, phir zip neeche aayi. “Itni jaldi ghabrate ho?” unhone halke se kaha, mazaak mein, darr mein nahi.

Bra ke hook peeche se khule. Unke stan mere haathon mein aa gaye. Chusta raha, daant nahi, sirf zabaan. Unki thighs khulne lagi. Salwar ki naada dheeli ho chuki thi.

Salwar aur panty ek saath ghutnon tak utre. Uski chut geeli thi, baal kataye hue. Meri ungli andar gayi, doosri clit par. Unhone meri gardan pakad li.

“Aur andar.” Do ungliyan ki to sofa ka gadda dhasa. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. Meri ungliyon par unka geelapan gadha tha, garam tha.

Ghutnon par utar aaya. Zabaan uski chut par rakh di. Pehla chatush tez tha. Unhone mere baal pakde, lekin dhakka nahi diya, sirf rakha. Unki thighs mere kaanon ke paas kaanp rahi thin.

Dheere chata, phir tez. Unka haath meri gardan par kas gaya. “Bas… yahi… thoda aur.” Phone table par pada tha, screen andheri, lekin woh photo ab bhi kahin andar thi. Woh soch kaante ki tarah chubhi.

“Us raat aapne kyun haath chhoda?” munh unki thighs se uthaye bagair poocha.

“Kyunki main chahti thi, aur dar gayi thi,” unhone saans ke beech kaha. “Roz wallpaper isliye rakha taaki yaad rahe main kaun si himmat haar chuki hoon.”

Zabaan wapas rakh di. Unki kamar uthne lagi. Sofa ki chaadar sikudti gayi. Tab gali se awaaz aayi, saaf, nazdeek.

Gali se padi awaaz ne raasta palat diya

“Kavita! Shaam ko kirtan hai, nikalogi ki nahi? Poonam bol rahi hoon!”

Hum dono ruk gaye. Mera munh unki thighs ke beech tha. Kavita aunty ne mera sar uthaya, saans bhari. Nangi kamar tak, khidki ke paas gayi, curtain ke peek se boli.

“Poonam, abhi soch rahi hoon. Thodi der baad batati hoon.”

Poonam ne kuchh aur kaha. Cycle ki ghunghru si awaaz door hui. Wapas aate hue unhone meri taraf dekha, honth geele, stan dhule hue se.

“Bedroom nahi. Waqt nahi, awaaz nahi. Yahi sofa. Agar tum ready ho to chupchaap. Kirtan main nahi jaungi.”

Sir hilaya. Pehle jo socha tha, andar le jaana, lambi der, woh khatam. Ab faisla chhota aur tez tha. Wallet se condom nikala. Packet ki awaaz chhoti thi. Mera lund geela tha, condom phisalta hua chadh gaya. Unhone khud guide kiya.

Sofa par unki peeth gadde se satti. Unki thighs ke beech aaya. Pehla dhakka dheera tha, phir pura. Uski chut ne kas ke liya. Unhone munh mere kandhe par dabaaye rakha taaki awaaz na nikle.

Andar bahar hila, lambi stroke, unki kamar ke neeche haath. Neeli kameez unke pet par ulat kar padi thi. Bra sofa ke neeche gir chuki thi. Har dhakke par unki saans mere kaan mein tuti.

“Is baar mat chhodna,” unhone kaha, dabi awaaz mein. “Photo rakhne se zyada himmat chahiye thi. Ab do.”

Maine unhe choda, dheere nahi, lekin zor se bhi nahi ki khidki bol de. Unki aankhen khuli rahi. Uski chut geeli si slurp karti, condom ke upar bhi garmi saaf thi. Meri shirt abhi bhi adhuri utri thi, unke stan se ragad khati.

Unhone apna ek haath mere baal mein daala, doosra apne munh par. Kabhi kabhi daant honth kaat lete. Main rukta, unki thighs ko aur kholta, phir wapas jata. Sofa ki ek taang halki si chikri.

“Upar aa,” maine kaha. Unhone position palat di, meri god mein baith gayi. Mera lund wapas uski chut mein gaya, gehra. Unke kandhon ki haddi meri hatheli ke neeche kaanpti. Dupatta ab pairon ke paas latka tha.

Khud hilne lagi, chhote chhote dhakke, chup. Pet ki charbi meri ungliyon ke beech naram thi. Stan mere munh ke paas aaye to dobara chusa. Unki saans lambi ho gayi, phir tuti.

“Yash, ab nikalna mat. Andar… condom ke andar theek hai.”

God mein unka wazan, unki thighs meri jeans ke adhkhule kapde se ragadti. Tez hila. Unki chut ne baar baar kasa. Meri ungliyan unki kamar par gaad gayi. Woh meri shirt ke collar ko daant se dabaaye rakha, awaaz ko wahi marne ke liye.

Table par lassi ka glass thartharaya. Phone hila, screen andheri rahi. Us andhere ke peeche bhi wohi chehra tha jo unhone mahino tak chhupa ke rakha. Gussa aur chahat ek saath the. Dhakke tezi se aaye. Unki aankhen nam ho gayi, lekin rona nahi tha.

“Ab,” unhone kaha.

Andar hi gir gaya, condom ke andar, unki chut ke kasav ke beech. Unki thighs meri kamar ko jhakjor kar band hui. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Kuchh pal sofa par, chipke, garmi se. Mera lund dheela hota raha, condom abhi bhi chadha tha.

Unhone mera sar apne seene se lagaya. Paseena saaf kiya apne haath se, meri maath se. Koi lambi baat nahi ki. Sirf saans. Neeli kameez unke ek kandhe se latki rahi.

Neeche dhol baj utha

Pehle door, phir saaf, dhol ki thaap gali mein utri. Kirtan ka jhanda nikal aaya ho jaise. Kai awaazein, auraton ki, “Kavita aunty! Niche aao, mandli nikal padi!”

Woh palat kar baithi. Dupatta uthaya, kameez ke buttons galti se ulta lagaye, ek chhoot gaya. Bra sofa ke neeche hi rahi. Khidki kholi, muskurahat jardi, honth ab bhi sooje.

“Aa rahi hoon, do minute!” awaaz upar se normal rakhi.

Main jeans kheenchtan, t-shirt seedhi karta, condom bathroom ke kude mein fenkne ke liye uthana chahta tha, lekin waqt nahi tha. Kitchen ke peeche wali seedi unhone aankh se dikhai. “Wahan se nikal. Gali wale saamne khade hain.”

Joota ek haath mein liya. Unki aankhen mere chehre par ruki, phir khidki ki taraf. Paseena unki gardan par chamak raha tha. Neeli kameez ka ek button ab bhi khula tha, lekin pallu ne dhak diya.

Peeche ke darwaze se utra. Amritsar ki is purani colony ki seedi sard thi. Gali mein dhol aur manjeere mil rahe the. Ek ladka cycle se dekh kar ruk gaya, phir nikal gaya. Upar khidki se Kavita aunty mandli ko haath hila rahi thin, jaise kuchh hua hi na ho.

Main gali ke mood se hat kar doosri line mein ghusa. Peeche dhol ki thaap aur unki hasi dono ek saath sunai di. Phone unke haath mein wapas tha, screen andheri, lekin ab us wallpaper ka matlab dono ko pata tha. Kirtan aage badha. Main seedhi ke neeche se nikal gaya.

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